Thoughts like a fountain pen spilling on a page
Now they're swirling and turning maybe this is a craze
Searching far and wide across the plane of mind
Is this real is this mine or is it something divine?
Now we're crashing reality is thrashing
These things are Unknown
These thoughts are more than a phase
And I can't seem to shake all these feelings
They're running around in a fiery blaze
All these things that I'm thinking are blinking before me
And never showing their true face
Is it real, Is it mine, Is it something Divine
Is it Real, Is it mine or Unknown
Thoughts like a fountain pen spilling on a page
Now they're swirling and turning maybe this is a craze
Searching far and wide across the plane of mind
Is this real is this mine or is it something divine?
Now we're crashing reality is thrashing
These things are Unknown
These thoughts are more than a phase